Chapter 396 Hardy's death

"How can you uphold justice when you can't even save yourself?"

Just as Ryan felt that he was on the verge of suffocation, John's emotionless voice sounded again.

John let go of him.

Bang!

All his strength seemed to be gone. He knelt down and covered his neck with both hands, gasping violently.

Horrible!

It was horrible!

Was this the formidable power of a cultivator?

John could destroy him in the blink of an eye!

The soul realm of the Britain and the Kingslayer alliance would be nothing more than ants in front of a cultivator!

But what a pity…

Cultivators were different from martial artists.

Martial artists distinguished each other by countries while cultivators had long been indifferent to all these worldly labels. Even if the whole world was in deep water, as long as their interests were not violated, they would not care at all.

For cultivators, cultivation was above everything.